Twisted (Sequel to Without You)

SEQUEL to Without You! Zayn Malik was just getting back on his feet, he was just accepting the fate that had happened to him and the one he loved Niall Horan. He had moved on, yes it was with a bad person, but he didn't see it like that. He wasn't ready for the news that escaped his new lovers lips, he wasn't ready for the news that would change everything.

18. Truth be told

Hey guys! so I have noticed no one really comments anymore :( it makes me sad. I feel like I am writing but no one is reading. But then I look at the amounts of reads I have and it just doesn't add up... so please comment... I'll do faster updates if I get lots of comments. I promise! Thanks for reading though.. This chapter isn't that good, I haven't been feeling good at all. I had a dentist appointment and my jaw really hurts from them filling a cavity. I cant chew anything,.. ahh life sucks. Oh well. enough about my stupid life, no one probably cares. Here's chapter 17 my lovely cupcakes!

Panic ran through me as I watched the doctors working on Niall. They said he hit his head really hard when he fainted. After he fainted people who worked at the hotel ran out and helped me get him back inside. They made sure all the paparazzi stayed outside. They called an ambulance to come pick up Niall and I rode with them to the hospital. We got to the hospital in no time flat, but they wouldn’t let me stay with Niall when they wheeled him into the back. They made me stay outside the room, but the room was made of glass so I could see inside. They had forgotten to shut the curtains so I could see what they were doing. They were shoving needles in his arms and forcing tubes everywhere. It was almost scary to watch, but I didn’t want to stop looking at Niall. He looked so helpless. I heard footsteps behind me but I didn’t move, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned quickly, I found a woman wearing a suit standing behind me. She had wildly curly hair and dark skin with brown eyes.

“Hello, are you Zayn Malik?” The woman asked, I nodded not sure if I should speak or not. She gave off a very authoritive vibe. I felt like she had the power to arrest me if she wanted too. She gave me a soft smile.

“I’m Deja, and I’m working the case of Mr. Styles and Mr. Cowell. I need to speak with you it’s urgent.” She explained. I was very confused, since when was there a case? I don’t remember filing any case work. I just nodded and followed her into a small room off in the corner of the hospital. She sat down at a white table and pulled out a brief case. I watched as she pulled out a large file that seemed to be filled with pictures and notes. She flipped through the mess of pictures until she landed on a hand written note.

“Zayn, I don’t know how much you know of what’s going on but I need you to make a statement. I’m going to ask you a series of questions and I need you to answer truthfully on all of them. Can you do that for me?” She asks eyeing me. Her stare alone had me shivering, I don’t know why I was so afraid of her. She just scared me I guess.

“Uh, yeah. But I don’t know what’s going on. So I don’t know how much help I can be.” I admitted finally finding my voice. She smiled and nodded, I felt like she knew something I don’t know. I let it slide as she grabbed a pen.

“Okay. Are you, or have you ever been, in a physical relationship with Mr. Styles?” Deja asks, I gulp. This woman gets right to the point, no beating around the bush or anything.

“Um, yes. Shortly after I thought my boyfriend had died.” I answer truthfully. She nods and scribbles something down on the paper she had in front of her. I gulp, what if she is writing something that helps Harry? He is a bad person, why should I tell her the truth?

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is Harry’s part in this case?” I ask suddenly having a wave of courage rush through me. She looks up with a shocked look on her face, almost like she didn’t think I had the guts to speak up. She cleared her throat and clasped her hands together on the table like she was getting ready to tell me some big long story.

“Well, a few days ago Mr. Styles came into my office and told me he was going to admit to a crime. I told him how noble that was of him and went to the station with him. They told him they would let him off the hook if he told them everything they needed to catch Mr. Cowell. So far Mr. Styles has been very corruptive. They let him go, and now he is running around finding everyone he needs to catch Cowell and bring him to justice. I have spoken to Mr. Tomlinson and Mr. Payne as well. I only have you and Mr. Horan left to speak with before I can close this case and catch Cowell.” She explains. I nod, I can’t believe what I was hearing. Harry turned himself in? He is trying to catch Simon and put him to justice? None of this makes sense, Harry had changed. He wasn’t the nice sweet Harry I had grown to love as a friend. He turned hard, and evil. I don’t think anything could change him, maybe I was wrong though. Maybe all he needed was to be in love and have it ripped away from him. That is what happened to him. Who knows though…

“Niall is asking for you.” A blonde nurse says as she pokes her head into the room. I jump up and rush out the door to the room I knew Niall was in. I pushed open the door and rushed into the room. There was two nurses standing by his bed and a Paul standing beside them. Paul smiled a small smile at me before looking back to Niall who was rubbing his stomach.

“She’s okay” Niall says softly. I fall to my knees beside his bed and kiss his stomach repeatedly. I was so happy that both my babies were alright. I felt someone walk closer to my side I looked up to see Paul, he had an unreadable expression. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. He sighed and helped me up to my feet.

“Zayn I think you should sit down, I have some news.”

-Harry’s POV-

I did it. I told the truth, I know my consequences should be worse than they are but I told the truth. The police said they were going to let me off the hook as long as I helped them catch Simon. They told me he was on the most wanted list ever since he stopped managing Liam’s music career. I found that a shocker, but I guess I shouldn’t. He is insane. Right now I am sitting in Louis house. I told him everything and he seemed to understand. I had told him about Simon’s latest plan. He told the paparazzi about Niall. They found out what hotel he was staying at and they swarmed. I tried to warn them by telling Louis to call Zayn but I was too late. We got a call a few hours later saying they were at the hospital. I called Deja and she told me she would go and speak with them tonight. Now I have to wait and see when I can go visit them. If I can go visit them. I don’t know how they are going to take all this. It’s a lot to swallow.

“Harry, I’m sorry.” Louis says quietly. I look up at him, why is he apologizing? I should be the one who’s apologizing. I’m the one who ruined people’s lives and hurt innocent people. I hate myself for it too. I hate that I hurt Niall and I hate that I got involved in any of this. This whole situation is so fucked up. None of this would have happened if I had just said no to Niall all those years ago.

“For what?” I asked. Louis looked down and took a deep breath.

“For being so cold to you. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m your cousin for god sake. I should have been there when you were down. I probably could have helped you through all of this and none of this would be happening.” Louis said, I could tell he was close to tears. His voice was growing thick and cracking. I jumped up and rushed to him pulling him into a hug.

“Don’t blame yourself. This is all my fault Lou.” I said softly hugging him tightly. He sniffled and cried into my shoulder. I miss Louis, I really do. I miss all the fun times we’ve had. I love him like a brother, he pretty much was my brother until I got mixed up with the wrong people. I heard someone walk into the room. I looked up to see Liam smiling at me and Louis. His eyes grew wide when he noticed Louis was in tears in my arms.

“Why are you crying baby” Liam asked in a very worried tone. He rushed over to us and pulled Louis out of my arms and into his own. I sighed, I should let him come to Louis rescue. I pulled out my phone right when it started vibrating. It was a call from Deja. I got up and walked out of the room giving Louis and Liam some privacy. I answered the phone.

“Hello?” I said sitting on the bed, I guess I walked into their room. I hope they don’t mind that I’m in here.

“Hi Harry? It’s Deja. I talked to Zayn.” She said calmly. I nodded but realized she couldn’t see me.

“Okay, great. How’d that go?” I asked. Did I want to know? What if Zayn thought it was bullshit and didn’t believe her. What if he got mad and wouldn’t speak. We need his statement to win any case. They have to find Simon first, but once we find him we have to have enough evidence to put him behind bars.

“I need to speak with him again, I didn’t get a statement I was in the middle of asking him questions when a nurse walked in and told him Niall had woken up. But he seemed to believe me when I told him what happened. So things are looking good. I think I’m going to speak with Niall and Zayn at the same time.” Deja explained.

“Okay, thanks for keeping me updated. Louis and Liam and I are just hanging out here at Louis house. I don’t think we are going to be leaving, I know Simon is looking for me.” I tell her. I hear some whispering on the other end.

“Oh, Okay. Thank you. Hey Harry I have to go. Zayn is freaking out. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing. I need to find out if he will be calm enough to speak with soon. Bye.” She said quickly before hanging up the phone. I was confused, what is happening to Zayn? Why is he freaking out? All these questions and more rang through my head until I heard the smash of glass and someone cry out in pain.